nialls twin

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Seeing Him With Another Girl || Brooklyn Beckham

Anon: Heyyyyy, I love your writing could you please do a Imagine were you dating *insert boy* and you go to a party and a girl is all over him and you get sad and leave, and he doesn’t realise then he comes over the next day and you can finish the rest. Thanks! Btw could you do it with Brooklyn Beckham or Hayes Grier or do two separate ones :) sorry I know this is a lot to ask.

Hey there, babes (maybe even guys, I don’t know). Here another image about Brooks ^^. Okay, I’m keeping my talk short ‘cause my laptop is being so slow. Hope you like it. Xoxo

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The loud music penetrated inside my ears and I began, somewhat lonely, to search for my friends. We were invited to some frat party at some boy’s house. I walked my way through the dancing crowed toward the kitchen, expecting my friends to be there. When I entered the kitchen, I saw everybody standing there with a red cup in their hands.

“Hey, guys. Sorry I’m late, had to take the bus and ugh. You know the crap,” I excused myself. I looked around the circle of friends and saw that someone was missing. “Where’s Brooklyn?”

Jay shrugged. “Should be hooking up with some blond girl already,” he smirked.

I sent him an annoyed look.

“Hm, funny, Jay. Very funny.”

I looked up when I heard Brooklyn’s familiar voice and smiled at him. He smiled back chilly.

“I didn’t. But some blond stopped my tracks and got my attention.” A smirk was plastered on his face and the guys began yelling at him. “Yeah, but I had to blew her off, though.”

I rolled my eyes and grabbed a red cup from the counter. “I really need some alcohol. Had a really busy week.” I poured some vodka in the cup and drank it all in once.

“Woah there, girl. Calm down with the vodka.” Fay took my cup from me.

“No! Give it back to me! I want more.”

“You can get more later tonight, okay?” Jay looked at me warningly and worried.

I just shrugged it off. “Promise?”

“Promise.” A sigh left Jay’s mouth and he gave me my empty cup.

Jay was my best friend and he knew about me crushing on Brooklyn. He thought it was cute. Though he didn’t want me to be in a relationship with Brooklyn. Brooklyn was a boy who played girls’ hearts and Jay wanted to protect me from that.

I slowly stumbled toward Jay and wrapped my arm around his waist.

“What’s the matter, princess?” Jay watched me, chuckling.

I chuckled back. “I just missed you. I haven’t seen you in two weeks. We’ve only spoke to each other through the phone.”

“You used to call me on my sell phone,” Fay began to sing so I burst out laughter.

“Oh, stop. You silly,” I smirked. I felt myself getting more loose and grabbed Jay’s hand. “Come, dance with me.”

“Are you already drunk because of that little bit of vodka?” Jay looked suspiciously at me.

“No, of course not. I’m just having fun,” I smiled. I looked at Jay sharply so he got me and walked with me toward the living room.

 

I laughed out loud when Brandon told some story. No, I still wasn’t drunk. After that shot of vodka, I haven’t drank anything. Just some coke without Bacardi.

“Okay, let’s do some truth or dare.” Nina looked around the circle of people, smirking and waiting for people to agree. Everybody agreed. “Okay, (Y/N). Truth or dare?”

I smirked. “Dare, of course.”

“An easy one, go dance with Brooklyn. Ten minutes.”

I just shrugged and stood up. Brooklyn followed me toward the ‘dance floor’ and began to dance. Brooklyn rested his hands on my hips and danced to the music, pulling me with him.

 

“You know, you’re actually a really nice girl. Even though you’re a brunette,” yelled Brooklyn in my ear.

I looked at him indignantly. “Am I supposed to thank you?”

Brooklyn chuckled. “I didn’t mean it like that. You’re really nice. I think I’m starting to like you.”

“In what way,” I laughed, feeling a little nervous already.

“In an ‘I-think-you’re-really-pretty’-way.” Brooklyn pulled back a bit so he could look at me, grinning.

A smile crossed my face and I shut my eyes down for a second before I looked up at him again. “I like you too.”

“Of course you do!” he shouted laughing. I rolled my eyes and playfully pushed him. “Hey, do you want something to drink?” I nodded. “Coke?” I nodded again. “Okay, I’ll be right back. Stay here, beautiful.”

My smile widened while I watched Brooklyn making his way to the kitchen. I walked back to the couch where the rest of our friends was and sat down next to Fay.

“So, that weren’t ten minutes, girl.” Fay smirked at me and I rolled my eyes while I laughed.

“I know, does it matter?”

“Of course it does. Tell me, what did he say to you, you were all blushing and giggling.”

I smiled slightly. “He told me he was starting to like me. So I said that I liked him too.”

“Why would you say that.” Jay looked at my with a straight face.

“Because I do like him? Duh.”

“Hm, you know what I mean,” chuckled Jay while he rolled his eyes at me. “Anyways, I’m gonna search for Vanessa. See you guys later. Text me when we’re going home.”

After Jay left to search for his girlfriend, I stood up, too. “Alright, I’m going to look for Brooklyn. He said he was getting us something to drink.” Fay nodded and went talking with some boy.

When I entered the kitchen, I wished I didn’t look for Brooklyn. He was leaning against the counter and was kissing passionately with some blond girl. A loud gasp left my mouth. Brooklyn immediately pushed the girl away from him, but when he saw me his eyes were full of relieve. Ouch. I shook my head that it was okay, turned around and went back to Fay while I sent Jay and Vanessa a text. I wanted to go home.

 

*Next Day

 

I tiredly shuffled toward the front door to open it. Somebody had rang the doorbell for ten minutes, nonstop.

Being all cranky, I opened the door and looked past the person who was standing in front of me, not knowing who it was. “Wasn’t it clear enough that I’m not in the mood for any company?” I snapped.

“(Y/N),” stammered a familiar voice.

I looked up. I stared straight into Brooklyn’s eyes. “Brooklyn,” I mumbled. “Look, I’m very tired so keep it short. What are you doing here?” I really wasn’t in the mood.

“I wanted to talk about yesterday,” he began and he faced me with guilty eyes. As if I was in the mood for an excuse for his sweet words from yesterday, that they weren’t true and that he secretly had a girlfriend.

“Talk,” I mumbled while I closed my eyes and ran a hand through my hair. “Wait, come in. “I’m not in the mood to stand here either.” Let’s say, I wasn’t in the mood for anything. With dislike, I opened the door further so Brooklyn could come in. I walked in front of him toward the living room and didn’t even ask if he’d like something to drink. “Now, talk.” I looked at him, stolid, while I pulled my legs up on the couch. I totally forgot about me wearing only an oversized sweater. My legs were bare. I coughed awkwardly, what attracted Brooklyn’s attention. His cheeks turned pink and he leaned with his elbows on his knees in the loveseat diagonal in front of me.

“I’m an idiot,” he said after a short moment of silence. I didn’t disagree. “I shouldn’t have kissed that stupid girl while I was busy with you.” I raised my eyebrows. He saw me as an object. “No, wait. That sounded very stupid. Let me say it again.” He went silent again. “I shouldn’t have kissed that blond at all. I meant what I said yesterday, I really, really like you, (Y/N).”

I raised my eyebrows at him again, speechless. “Okay,” I mumbled with effort.

“Okay?” mumbled Brooklyn and he looked at me with an emotion I couldn’t recognize. “That’s all you have to say? Okay?”

I sighed. “Look, Brooklyn, what do you expect me to say? We’ve never really talked until yesterday. Gosh, I don’t even know if we are friends or not. You never gave me the feeling that you felt like talking to me while you always talked so easily with the others. I always thought, and I still think, that you kind of hate me for no reason.”

Brooklyn’s eyes widened a bit. “No! No- I mean- Look, (Y/N), I’ve liked you for a very, very long time. And when that girl came with that stupid dare yesterday, I saw that as a perfect opportunity to talk to you. I never really knew how or what to talk about with you. I never really knew you, and I still don’t really know you. But I getting somewhere and now I totally screwed up by kissing some stupid blond who was annoying me. She asked me to kiss her and I asked her if I kissed her she’d stop to irritate me. She said yes, so I kissed her. I’m so sorry.” He looked helplessly at me, though I sent him a stolid look back. He nodded slightly. “Well, at least now I know I’ve screwed my chanced with you.”

A small smile appeared on my face. “Actually, not.”

He faced me, surprised. “You don’t hate me?”

I lachte. “Gosh, Brooklyn, no. Of course not.”

“Well,” he grinned slightly, “may I ask you on a date, then?”

I grinned back. “Of course.”

“And may I say that you look totally hot in that oversized sweater?”

“No you may not. That’s forbidden zone for you, honey.”

Brooklyn smirked and took a seat next to me. He softly pulled my toward him and I placed both my legs over his lap so I still sat on the couch with my bum.

“You called me honey, sweetheart.”

“I know.”

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I hope you liked your imagine, Anon ^^

Pregnancy Series #3: Telling Him (Niall)


You busied yourself in the kitchen, working on dinner. You and Niall were meant to be having dinner tonight, and even though he knew about your pregnancy, you had found out news to surprise him with. You’d had an unofficial ultrasound, just to make sure that everything was going okay.

“Hello, love!” Niall called.

“Hello, Niall. I’m in the kitchen,” You replied. Niall stepped into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his chin on your shoulder.

“How are my loves?” He inquired, gently putting a hand over your abdomen.

“Doing well,” You replied, turning to face him. “How was work today?”

“It was okay. We made a lot of progress on the new song,” Niall replied.

“That’s good. I have some news to tell you, however,” You murmured.

“Is everything okay?” Niall inquired, a look of panic flitting over his face.

“Everything is perfectly okay, Niall,” You replied. “I just wanted to let you know that instead of one more mouth to feed. We’re going to have two more mouths to feed.”

“Two more mouths?” Niall inquired, his brow furrowing.

“We’re having twins,” You quietly said.

“Twins?” Niall gasped. You nodded, and Niall gently touched your baby bump, his eyes wide.

Written by Angel xx

Niall Horan Imagine 🍀

🍀Requested:Yes 

🍀Song(s):None 

🍀Warning(s):None 

🍀Summary:Y/N and Niall bring the twins to their first family event since being born. 

She was much of the protective parent, but she was a bit apprehensive when Denise and Greg should up on their door steps with a baby blue envelope that held a invite to their nephew’s third birthday party. Niall knew they couldn’t miss this event, Theo had been raving to his peers at school about his new baby cousins that looked just like his uncle. Niall had spent hours convincing Y/N this wouldn’t be as bad, as she was thinking. He knew where her mind was at though, the baby’s were still young nearly a month old. She knew as a pediatrician that they were still developing their immune system and she was more scared than anything that they’ll catch something. 

“You lot came!” Greg smiled as Y/N and Niall walked inside the play park. Niall chuckled as he let one hand go of the stroller and gave his brother a one armed hug. 

“Was a bit of a struggle to convince this one..” Niall winked over at his wife as she rolled her eyes but smiled as she gave Greg a hug. 

“How the twins doing??” He asked as a small whale was heard from one of the boys. He smiled softly as he turned to the small little boy who was starting to look more and more like his father as the days went on. 

“That’s Kane.” Y/N chuckled answering the question Greg had been wanting to ask for the past few seconds. He smiled as he looked at her for permission. “Knock yourself out.” She chuckled as he softly unbuckled the baby and took him into his arms. 

It was an hour into the party and everyone around had taken their turn holding the twins. Much to Y/N’s surprise she was the more laid back on, though she was hesitant on coming in the first place. Niall on the other hand, was making sure everyone had sanitized their hands before touching the boys. 

“Who’s the over protective one now…” she teased as Denise came back with Kane, and Greg with Kade. The boys were a spitting imagine of Niall with those bright blue eyes and button nose, but with their mother’s hair. 

“These boys are so loved…” Denise stated as she sat down and handed Kane over to Niall as Kade was handed to Y/N. She smiled and placed a kiss on his forehead. 

“She was on complete edge comin’.” Niall stated as Y/N rolled her eyes at him. 

“Yes, but coming from the one that has ever sanitize themselves before touching the boys..” She chuckled as Greg smiled. 

“Gotta say lad’s right..” Greg stated as Denise rolled her eyes at him. 

“And yet they say mothers are worse…” 

“Tell me about it…” 

🍀HOLY SHIT GUESS WHO’S BAAAAAACCCCKKKK. I honestly needed some time away from tumblr. My family and I were going through a tough time since June and just recently we’ve been able to see the light at the end of the tunnel, writing has always been a good escape for me and I found myself going back and just writing a few things here and there. 

soulmate dream au

what if every night since you were born you always dreamt of the same person over and over, and like every day you would think why you keep dreaming of that person and if they’re real. You don’t know this person is your soulmate and when it gets closer to the day you meet the more intense the dreams get until one day you walk out of a store and walk into someone and you curse while you pick up the materials that fell on the floor and when you look up you instantly recognise them as the person you’ve been dreaming about since you can remember and the person just comes out with

“I finally found you.”

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Living in Wonderland by @narryhadalittleliam@narrymusings

“So, like – What should we do?” Harry asks, shifting around on the couch and tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear. He seems nervous, fidgeting with his rings and darting his eyes around the room. Someone off-screen says something that the microphone doesn’t quite pick up, and Harry rolls his eyes before responding with, “I know that we’ve done this a thousand times before, you arse. It’s never been just the two of us for something like this though. Like – A documentary is different than a five minute interview.”

“Well it’s not exactly just the two of us now, is it?” Niall laughs, walking into the shot and pressing a fleeting kiss to Harry’s cheek before taking a seat on the other side of the couch.

The meaning of his words is made apparent right away when three more bodies throw themselves into view, scrambling over each other to take their places on the couch as well.

(a canon-compliant biopic future!fic, wherein a documentary is being filmed about Niall and Harry’s lives when they start touring with their children coming along for the ride, and what life is like behind closed doors for the most famous gay parents on the planet)

@stacksonstacksonstacksgirl asked: Okay so here’s my request! How about something where Niall has some family thing to go to and you of course go with him and you spend a lot of the time there with his nephew and he loves it so later on in the night he tells you that he wants to try for a baby only to find out you don’t need to try anymore 😉

Niall couldn’t see how big his smile was, but the ache in his cheeks was saying he was smiling a little bit too much. You, a grown woman, were sitting on the floor with his nephew, a toddler, playing with his new toys Santa had got him for Christmas. You went all out, making sound effects from roaring dinosaurs to a firetruck siren. The two of you were having an absolute blast.

He felt like his heart could explode in his chest, the love he had for the both sending fireworks all over his body. Watching you like this with his own family encouraged endless fantasies about how you’d be with your family that the two of you would come up with. You two had talked about having children, and Niall hadn’t stopped thinking about it ever since. He knew you’d be a fantastic, caring, fun mother to you children. He wanted to experience it sooner more than later.

The conversations you’ve had about starting a family were totally hypothetical. What would your kids names would be, what traits they’d take form each of you, asking each other about what you would do in certain scenarios. The conversations were easy and interesting to carry, fun to talk and fantasize about. Talking about it for real set Niall’s nerves on edge. He didn’t know why. He knew you wouldn’t be opposed to the idea. 

You were sitting next to him in bed, playing a silly game on your phone. It didn’t matter if you had children of your own or were playing with one, you were generally a big kid just as Niall was. He awkwardly kissed your cheek, trying to get your attention without actually saying anything. It worked. You turned your head to look at him, eyebrows raised a fraction. Niall shyly smiled, still not using his words. You paused your game as you chuckled at him. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You wanted to know. You could see his hands fiddling, picking at a hang nail in the bottom frame of your vision, a tell sign that he was thinking way too hard about something. 

Niall sighed, slowly letting his body fall dramatically on you, his head landing right in your lap. You snorted, hands flying up to his hair. Niall turned over on his back so he was looking up at you. There was a longer piece in the front that framed his face, you took it in your fingers and started to braid it.

“You still want to have kids with me, don’t ya?” Niall questioned, sounding and feeling silly. He most definitely knew what your answer would be. You tilted your head.

“Yes. Of course I do.” You confirmed. You didn’t even have to think about it, you were actually more focused on braiding his hair. “Why do you ask?”

“I want to start. Like, as soon as possible.” He blurted out. 

You two were staying with his family for the holidays, maybe this wasn’t exactly the right time to be talking about it. Also, such a serious conversation shouldn’t be brought up on a whim like he was doing now. You talked about it all the time, but actually sitting down and planing for a baby needed to be thought out carefully.

Niall frowned when you made a face. He couldn’t tell if it was a good or a bad thing. Your lips puckered, eyebrows raised and a weird look in your eye as you played with his hair. He started to over think. Had you changed your mind, even though you said you wanted children with him not even ten seconds ago? This was definitely a weird time to bring it up.

“Well, not as soon as possible but, like… Soon. But not too soon, whenever you’re ready is the most important thing. But I don’t want to wait. But also, I feel like we should? Is that what you’d want?” He babbled, talking way too much. 

He sat up, even though you were still in the middle of his braid, and adjusted himself on his knees. You tried to hide your smile, but really couldn’t help it. A chuckle accidentally escaped.

“Stop laughin’ at me, I’m bein’ serious!” Niall complained, he also let out an awkward laugh. He took your hand in his. You always had incredibly soft hands. He gave your palm a kiss.

“You hear what I’m sayin’? I want to have a baby.” Niall said. You nodded.

“I hear what you’re saying.” You whispered. Niall kissed your hand again, then sent kisses all the way up your arm, to your shoulder, to your cheek, and then working his way back down to your hand.

“We don’t really have to try.” You muttered, pressing your lips together. Hopefully that was all you had to say for Niall to catch, but knowing him he’d need way more detail than that. 

He stopped, then looked at you. He shook his head a beat, as if trying to understand what you were saying. He thought he knew what you meant, but there was no way. 

“What do you mean? What’re you talkin’ about?” Niall quizzed, his spirit rising each second. 

“I’m already pregnant, Ni.” You answered. 

Hearing the actual words immediately made Niall smile, ear to ear. And he was suddenly unable to sit still. He jumped up, hands flying to his hair in surprise, stuttering a response. Your knew he would be happy, ecstatic, over the moon, but Niall standing to his full height on the bed caught you off guard. You put your hands out, telling him to sit back down before he fell and hurt himself. Niall half listened, coming down from off the bed only to pace around the room.

There was no way he was awake right now, or even alive. Niall was pumped, his blood running and adrenaline rushing through his veins. He asked if you were sure about six times in less than a minute. Each time, you confirmed. Niall giggled, and then burst out into loud laughter. Then he realized something. You had known for a while.

“How long have you known? How far along are you? Have you been to a doctor?” Niall pressed. 

You unintentionally found out you were pregnant when you went to the doctor for a totally different reason. They ran a test on you and dropped the bomb. But they let you know that everything was alright and running as expected.

“I’ve known for… a while.” You claimed. Niall was standing at the edge of the bed, so you crawled to him, sitting up on your knees. Niall’s hands went to your waist to hold you close to him.

“When were you going to tell me?” Niall wanted to know. He wasn’t hurt that you kept such wonderful news from him, more so why you waited to tell him about it. Niall had undone the cute braid you had given him, his hair crinkled at that part.

“Soon, I swear. The holidays came up so quick and… I guess I just forgot.” You half smiled, shrugging.

It was sort of the truth. No one just “forgets” they’re pregnant. You mostly wanted to wait until you were out of the clear for pregnancy complications, but by then Niall would have surely noticed something was different about you. 

“I guess I don’t have to ask if you’re happy about it.” You joked, according to the way Niall behaved. He was still smiling, cheeks flushed with pink. You don’t think you have ever seen him this happy.

“You kiddin’? I’m… I’m… Shit, what’s the word? There isn’t a word in the dictionary that can describe how thrilled I am! I’m gonna be a dad for Christ sake!” Niall grinned. You giggled.

“I’m gonna be a mommy!” You smiled.

Niall’s lips came on yours for a quick kiss, and then he sank to his knees in front of you, rolling up your shirt. You saw this coming, he was such a cliche sometimes. A bump wasn’t even close to showing, but you could feel that there were more than two people in the room currently. Niall’s huge hands were on your sides. He kissed right below your belly button, and pressed his ear to your stomach.

“Hello? Can ya hear me?” Niall cooed. He tapped his fingers on your skin. You rolled your eyes, laughing at how silly he could be, and buried your head in your hands.

“They’ll be able to soon.” You mentioned. 

“I’m going to talk to it and sing to it every day, so they’ll know me voice. It? He? She?” Niall then questioned. Whether he had a son or a daughter, he really didn’t care. He did talk about having a boy more so than he did about having a girl.

Your hands went into his hair as he peppered more kisses all over your stomach. Niall’s heart fluttered at your touch, losing himself in kissing you. He couldn’t wait to watch you grow and blossom. He wished he could fast forward through time so he could cuddle you and your newborn. Then again, he didn’t want to miss a single moment of your pregnancy. 

“Ooh! It could be twins!” Niall realized. You scoffed.

“Don’t even joke.”

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everything is shattering and it’s my mistake

anonymous: pls write me a drabble abt harry n niall growing closer as tour and media stuff winds down, and wondering what’s going to happen to them when hiatus starts (complicated by the fact that they hooked up once after corden)

ok, like idk this is some sort of mid-way angst enjoy. 

Pairing: Niall / Harry

WC; 2.1k

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